White noise

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Her wings never did like the snug fit of his restraints,
Her voice never liked the silence,
Her eyes shone even in the darkness
and rock bottom only ever proved
to be a springboard
But still, lost in the constant of white noise,
even a phoenix tires with age…

Karen Hayward © 2018 Art and words

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